I wonder...how miraculous is a mother's love for it has been perceived
Their love begins not when we're born but on the day we are conceived.
And it grows more brilliant with every sunset, more vibrant with every dawn
So powerful is a mother's love..we feel it...even when they're gone.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Yah you are right..well expressed... keep up.. I too have written a short poem on mother..have a look..it have a different feel..